Airway to Heaven (with apologies to everyone)

Now Stats and Baker know that all wiffle bats are not gold

And they’re watching his hits sail to heaven

When they get there they know, if the record books are all closed

With one more pitch he will get what he came for

And they’re watching his hits sail to heaven

There’s a strike zone on the wall, but they want to be sure

Cause you know sometimes chalk-lines are deceiving

In the grass by first base, there’s a ball that still spins

Sometimes all of our pitches are misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, it makes me wonder……

There’s a feeling I get when I look to the fence

And my shots are crying for leaving

In my thoughts I have seen asphalt dust through the breeze

And the voices of those who stand looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, it really makes me wonder…..

And it’s a sight no longer unseen, if we look toward Aberdeen

Then the Artist will lead us this season

And a new day will dawn for the Oakwood Wiffle throng

And the ballpark will echo with laughter

If there’s crack in your new ball, don’t be alarmed now,

It’s just another dinger for the the May-King

Yes, there are two teams you can play on, but in the long run

There’s still time to change the one you’re on.

And it makes me wonder…..

Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know,

The Artist calls on you to join him

Dear Wifflers, can you see the balls go, and did you know,

Their pathway lies past the home-run line

And as we wind on down the season

Our average greater than the rest

And would-be wifflers we all know

Who sweat and pant and want to show

That their bats can still spin gold

And if you listen very hard

You can see the smell of fear

To be a pitcher without a throw

And his hits are sailing to heaven